Mary


Blonde

It had been a warm afternoon. The sun had shone all the time and the wine had been consumed in quantities. Combined with the heat, it had stirred Mary’s body with a vague awareness, a pleasant feeling of sexual desire. A slight ache which craved pacifying, the feel of a thick cock inside her, though there was no hurry. Among the meaningless chatter of guests, the distant laughter, Mary remembered her younger days when she would relieve her aching loins with deft fingers. Memories of lying in the sun, holding her soft, plump genitals, squeezing them gently until the honey began to flow. Rubbing, probing with her index finger, exploring her own secret folds of responsive, supple flesh. Teasing her bud of delight, marveling at the ripples of lust surging through her in waves, building slowly to a pinnacle of overwhelming hunger for release. Holding back the climax until she could bear it no longer. Her orgasms would rip through her like a great wave crashing over her. She smiled ruefully at the memory of those frequent, private occasions. She smiled as she wondered what her guests would say if they knew what was in her thoughts. When everyone had gone, perhaps she would again lie in the sun – fondle herself once more, recalling earlier sexual encounters, flooding her vagina with sex juices. Yes, that would be nice. She began to look forward to it.

It was now evening, still very warm with the terrace reflecting the heat of the earlier sun beating down on it. All the others had left. Her husband went down to the club with his friends. Only John was left. Mary poured him a glass of red wine. He wouldn’t stay long. Then she could enjoy the treat she had promised herself.

‘May as well have the rest of this bottle,’ she said.

He smiled as he took the glass from her, little realising that Mary was quietly simmering with lust.

‘What about you?’

‘I still have one here. Cheers!’

They drank to each other.

‘A very pleasant claret, this.’

They looked at each other for a few moments as they sipped their wine. Mary had always fancied John. She speculated on his penis – what it would be like to handle it – feel it penetrate her. John was a gentleman of the old school. Intelligent and quite witty. Now in her late fifties, Mary had no expectation of sex, though thoughts and memories of past physical enjoyment came to mind from time to time. Particularly after a few glasses of wine, her mind would dwell on the more exciting aspects of her sex. And this was one of those occasions. There was a feeling of unease inside her. A slight ache, which troubled her. Her mind was fixed on sex. Mary had never been a passionate lover, her enjoyment of the act being more calculated – more sensuous – more delightful. Her orgasms were always well controlled and thoroughly sublime. She preferred a partner of similar deliberations in his approach to love making, rather than one who rushed to his own climax. There had been several in her life. Her husband, though, usually – but not always if her fantasies during sex were particularly thrilling – fell short of her needs, which frequently gave rise to her necessity for careful and calculated masturbation to reach a climax. Mary’s sexual needs had faded over recent years, though she still enjoyed the occasional relaxing hour on a warm summer’s day, lying naked on her bed, feeling her genitals all over with both hands, carefully spreading the seeping honey across the soft folds, coaxing them to a long drawn out, satisfying orgasm. It always amazed Mary that every orgasm came upon her as a completely new surprise, a fresh experience, jerking her loins in exhilaration. The result was always a feeling of contentment as she lay there with hand cupping her soft, warm vulva.

She looked at John and wondered what sort of a lover he was. ‘Beautiful evening.’

‘Sorry to have to leave it,’ he replied.

‘Oh, you don’t have to. I shall be on my own for quite a while yet. Why not stay a little longer? I shall enjoy the company.’ she smiled at him as she put her wine glass on the table.

‘Thank you.’ John put his arm round her waist and kissed her lips gently.

Mary was taken aback, but returned his kiss more firmly, lingering on his lips.

‘That was nice,’ she said in her matter-of-fact voice. ‘You could break a girl’s heart doing things like that.’

John laughed quietly, putting his glass on the table. ‘I think we’re past breaking hearts, but can still enjoy a friendly kiss. Particularly with an attractive mature lady of quality.’

‘Flatterer!’

He wrapped his arms round her waist, kissing her again, more intensely. Mary felt the texture of his lips on hers. Determined to test out his intentions, she put her hand behind his head to press their faces together, allowing her lips to part slightly, the tip of her tongue tracing his lips.

Mary remembered her first real kiss and feel. It was at an end-of-year school party. She was stood with friends between dances when she became suddenly aware of a boy looking at her intently from a little distance away. His eyes were filled with a curious hypnotic look she had never seen in anyone before. Her own eyes were drawn to his. Although she had seen him often enough before, casino siteleri Mary had never realized what a gorgeous youth he was. The fluttering in her groin surprised her – her body was beginning to ache – wanting attention. Her vulva started to leak with desire. She felt as though she was standing naked in front of him, A blush came to her cheeks at the thought. He made a vague gesture with his head asking her to go outside with him. He sauntered off through the far door towards the outer door leading to the toilet block. Making a vague excuse to her friends, Mary followed him as casually as she could. She was breathless with excitement. It was almost dark. She stood in the doorway for a moment. A quiet pst! told her where the youth was standing. She crossed to him quickly, breathless. He put his arms round her, turned her round and pressed her against the wall in an alcove kissing her on the lips. She had no idea how to respond but just enjoyed the wickedness of it. When she felt his hand hoist up her skirt she panicked. She wasn’t expecting this. He was going to feel her sex, she thought.

‘No! No!’ she muttered, but without conviction. She was just as curious as he was to know how it felt to have other fingers than her own playing with her soft virgin lips. Even so, she was nervous – and she soon found out how it felt. Deliciously wicked! His hot hand rubbed against the crotch of her cotton knickers. Her loins jerked at the touch. She couldn’t help it! It was the first hand that had ever touched her there. Her mind was in a whirl of excitement. Her mouth turned dry. Then she felt a finger ease the knickers to one side and prod its way into her soft crack, moist with excitement. Mary gasped, her stimulation mounting.

‘My God! He’s got his finger inside me’ she murmured to herself. Before she had time to realise fully what was happening, the boy took hold of her hand, pushing it against his trousers. Somehow he had managed to pull his cock out, stiff and hard. He wrapped her palm round the naked shaft. Gosh! A boy’s cock – in her hand. It was breathtaking! A hard shaft of warm flesh she had longed to fondle for ages. Now here is was in her hand. A real cock! Although confused, she knew she was expected to pump it up and down. Older girls had explained that to her. Curled round the shaft, her hand jerked eagerly. She felt his fingers push in an out of her soaking vagina as he started to grunt in her mouth, his loins were jerking against her belly. Mary now pressed the cock along the length of her wet crack. She wanted it to fuck her. But with the palm of her hand, she rubbed it up and down vigorously against her belly until she suddenly felt him explode with a stifled grunt. When the hot effusion splattered her groin, Mary froze in horror. She knew about ejaculation, but to actually feel it flood against her sparse public hair surprised her. Nervously dabbling her fingers in the sweet stickiness, she rubbed it over her own clitoris. Mary was desperate for an orgasm. The additional wickedness of having a load of sperm spill over her thinly haired groin brought about the crashing wave of lust that tumbled throughout her body.

Mary delighted in orgasms. She couldn’t have enough of them, feeling them take over her entire being. But this was the first brought about by another person. A male! She exploded with amazing intensity!

She still recalled that first experience of hot sperm gushing onto her belly. It was to remain an everlasting exiting memory for her. The first of many spouting cocks on her nipples and hairy crotch.

John couldn’t believe his luck! Mary, of all people, in his arms and asking for kisses. What else does she want he wondered? She was certainly an attractive lady – handsome, rather than beautiful. She didn’t smile easily – she was a serious lady with fine straight features and a solid figure, which interested him – he had often wanted to explore her – search her hairy folds. And here was the chance. He slid his hands down her back until they reached her buttocks, then took a cheek in each hand, pressing her to him as he began to gently kiss her neck and ears.

It was with a gasp of delight that Mary felt John’s hands take hold of the cheeks of her bottom. When his lips reached her neck and ear lobes, she knew she would enjoy the encounter. In the past, nibbled ears had always set her loins fluttering. This evening was no exception. She felt like a sixteen-year old wanton again.

‘Do you know, Mary, some old thoughts are beginning to stir in me.’

‘That’s not the only thing stirring,’ she smiled.

His penis was pressing into her groin. It was years since her lobes had been nibbled. The old feelings she had never expected to have again were returning to her. Her body was becoming alive! She intended to enjoy herself. Throwing her head back, she moaned softly with pleasure, ripples of desire spreading through her once more. With calm deliberation, her hand slipped its way between their bodies to rest on the front of John’s trousers. His manhood was there. Thickening. She felt it jerk at her touch. It held much promise for her. How long was it since Mary had handled a stiff cock? A long time.

‘Are you feeling naughty?’ he asked.

‘Mmm!’

‘How yüksek bahisli casinolar naughty?’

Her interest had reawakened. She was getting quite eager. She just had to hold the bare shaft in her hand! Whilst John kissed her face and neck, with growing curiosity she fumbled with the top of his fly zip to ease it down as far as she could. With mounting frustration, she slipped her hand down the waistband of his shorts. His cock was now fully erect. She sighed with satisfaction as her palm slid over the warm shaft. With no shame at all, she grasped the stiff length in her palm, catching her breath, marveling at its size and thickness, caressing it up and down. She had heard that a man’s cock gets larger with age. It was so long since Mary had touched a cock; she had almost forgotten the joy of handling one. The sense of power a woman has over it.

‘Fairly naughty,’ was the eventual response.

John realised that Mary was seriously wanting sex! Here she was fondling his stiffening cock. He only hoped it would do him proud. There was no need for cautious foreplay any more.

‘And how much more naughty do you want to be?’ He was quickly unbuttoning the top half of her dress, pushing it off her shoulders to reveal the cleavage of her breasts. This was a dream come true. He ran his fingers over the swelling of her breast. ‘Naughtier than that?’

‘Oh, yes!’ she said in a matter-of-fact tone, ‘much, much naughtier than that.’

Whilst her hand gently caressed the stiff cock, John wrapped his arms round her bare shoulders, kissed her neck and took hold of the bra’ fastening. Mary pressed her shoulders back to allow him full access to the hooks. As the hooks were unfastened, she decided to be brazen and display her full charms to him. With a shrug, the straps fell away from her shoulders, allowing her full breasts to fall forward. The heavy nipples, and large expanse of dark areola held John’s gaze.

‘There you are. Is that what you wanted to see?’ she smiled. ‘Is that naughty enough?’

Still in good shape, the breasts settled on her rib cage, nipples pointing outwards.

‘Wonderful,’ he muttered. ‘Very naughty indeed.’

‘You approve?’

John certainly did. Presented with the sight of a new pair of breasts, superbly surmounted by large swollen areola, edged with a ring of tiny pimples, with the main nipple, dark and wrinkled in the centre, he was delighted. He didn’t speak. He weighed the left breast in the palm of his hand, rolling the pad of this thumb across the thickening nub, before lowering his face, taking the inviting nipple between his lips and rolling his tongue over the contours.

Mary entered a state of rapture as his lips began to suckle her hard nipple. All the wrinkles smoothed out as it swelled in his warm mouth. Her loins were now on fire with lust. Although she wanted cock, her full attention was concentrated on the touch of lips on nipple. Mary was determined to enjoy every sensation to the limit. It was years since her yearning had been so strong – even when she masturbated for personal enjoyment. It was not her dildo she craved for now. It was warm stiff male flesh.

‘You could get even naughtier,’ she murmured thickly.

John decided that the time had come to explore the centre of Mary’s universe. The promise of fondling her vulva filled him with excited anticipation. He unbuttoned the rest of her dress as he nibbled her ears, slipping his hand down the waistband of her knickers. Sliding over the smooth belly, his fingers snaked their way through the mass of coarse hair until they felt the glow of heat from her most private part – her vagina. He couldn’t wait. Cupping her vulva in his hand, the warm fleshy contents filled his palm. Damp and squashy. His probing fingers found their target. Mary’s excitement was conspicuous. She shuddered. Honey was oozing from her passage of joy. There is nothing quite like that first encounter with a strange lady’s genitals, wet and yearning. A new valley to explore and enjoy. John explored her pouting inner labia, sensing the quiver in her loins at the touch. Fingers grappled with the generous slippery flaps of the dark supple flesh, carefully exploring every crevice and crease with delicate fingers. They were almost like a spaniel’s jowls, wet, long and hot. He was in a seventh heaven as his index finger parted the folds to delve into the delicious opening of her vagina, oozing with honey.

Mary was rejoicing at her body’s response. Her whole being rippled with delightful anticipation. She was in a state of sheer bliss. Massaging his hard penis in her hand, feeling her vagina being explored by fluttering fingers, she sighed, writhing with a glory she had not felt in years. She wanted to feel stiff cock enter her again, to slide deep into her intimate shrine. The wine had relaxed her – she had no qualms about Johnnie playing with her labia. Her only thought as his fingers dabbled in the juices, was that she wished she had remembered to trim her pubic hair. It was several months since it was cut and it now grew thick over her belly and her vulva, especially on the outer ridges. As the years had passed, her hair remained mobil casino a deep copper colour. She was also conscious of her long labia. Still, she thought, it was her natural state. Reaching her other hand down to her groin Mary pushed her knickers over her thighs, letting her fingers flirt with her clitoris, whilst Johnnie pushed his thumb inside her. Eyes closed, Mary sighed softly as waves of pleasure washed over her.

‘On the recliner’ she muttered thickly. ‘Let me lie on the recliner.’

As she moved to the sun bed, Mary shrugged the summer dress from her shoulders. She was now entirely naked. Although no longer in the flush of youth, she had kept her figure fairly trim. Her breasts were full, but still firm. The evening sunshine reflected from her skin, giving her curves a golden glow. Her hips and thighs had thickened with the years, though free from heavy wrinkles. Johnnie studied her body as she settled onto her back. A belly firm and smooth. A thick thatch of auburn hair reaching from her navel to between her thighs. As her legs parted, the plump lips of her vulva were revealed with the low-hanging, thick inner labia, mahogany coloured, the pale clitoris peering out between the parted upper folds beneath a thick tuft of burnished copper threads. He watched as her hand reached down to her groin, feeling for her sensitive folds, fingers exploring their contours, parting the entrance to her dilated vagina, pink and inviting, stroking and caressing her hot genitals. All the while her moans and soft sighs filled the air, head rolling from side to side, with closed eyes. It was ages since she had so enjoyed handling her own sex, given the added thrill of being watched by a man. In the distant past she had often masturbated for her husband whilst he looked on, stroking his cock for her. To see her masturbate stimulated him to a peak of excitement. As the orgasm hit him, he would thrust into her vagina, the blast flooding her with his thick sperm.

John watched as Mary, with growing frenzy, fondled her oozing lips, the pale clitoris fully exposed, her puckered vaginal opening clearly in view. A glorious sight. The female genitals had always fascinated him. Mary’s was considerable. Her plump outer lips well endowed with auburn curls, the inner labia, long and meaty, drooped over the delicious entrance to the vagina, now oozing with juices. Whilst pondering on how many privileged cocks had penetrated that shrine, John quietly removed his trousers and underwear. His penis was rock hard, standing proud of his rounded belly. It was many months since he had such an erection. Mary was wrapped in her own mounting delirium, fingers pulling at the lips, stretching the labia wide apart to display her wanton hairy sex, whilst those of the other hand were frenziedly rubbing her clitoris.

‘I’m coming,’ she announced calmly and softly, eyes screwed tight. ‘I’m coming! Oooh! How wonderful! Ahhh! Beautiful! Keep coming!’ she urged, ‘keep coming!’

Her face was screwed up in agony, her buttocks slowly gyrating as the orgasm fought to be released. Her hand slowed. She brought the orgasm slowly and carefully to its climax. It was a fantastic sensation! Her body cried out for penetration by the male organ. It’s fulfilling desire. But first the delectable experience of a long, powerful orgasm. There was plenty of time for penetration later.

‘Oh, fuck me! Fuck me!’ she pleaded softly, head rolling. But she managed to keep the climax bubbling on the crest, like a surf rider, holding the final crashing wave at bay as the spray washed over her whole body, wallowing in the delicious agony of it.

But Johnnie was in no hurry. He bent over her heaving thighs, pressing his tongue into her clitoral hood. When she felt his breath on her vulva, her mind blew with lust. The waves of her orgasm crashed over her. She cried out as her thighs jerked.

‘Oh, God!’

John lapped at her genitals with his hot tongue, licking away the juices with long laps from the very base to the clitoris. He chewed her labia. Her groaning gasps got louder.

‘For God’s sake, John, fuck me. Fuck me! Please!’ Rarely had she been so desperate for a cock. She was crazy for a length of stiff cock. Any cock! Her loins bucked and heaved wildly making it impossible for him to lap at her soft folds any longer.

Stepping between her open thighs, John placed his cock between the exposed folds of glistening flesh, edging it between the lips, slowly thrusting it deep into her vagina. The soft warm folds parted to welcome the full penetration, clutching at the shaft as it slid through them. After pausing at the limit of her vagina, he began plunging in and out, deep into her hot passage, to the very depths of her being to the calculated rhythm of her stifled cries. With every stroke, breasts swinging violently, Mary grunted her pleasure. He increased the rhythm. Cock driving into the vagina is the most sublime feeling she knew. As she concentrated on the driving shaft, one hand fingering her clitoris, the other steadying her breasts, tension started to rise again in her loins. Her breathing became irregular and heavy. The surges through her belly intensified. She was coming again. It was unbearable. Her fingers lashed at her button as the cock battered at her groin. The spring snapped as Mary spun into a fury. She howled her release, loins juddering and bucking, still concentrating on the cock’s rapid thrusting into her depths. When her spasms had finally subsided, John slowed his rhythm before quietly withdrawing from her.

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